“I’ve been trapped my whole life,” Sigfried Smith said, “in one small, stinking orphanage, in one small, stinking city, in a place that is only an island, not even properly part of the Continent. The universe is infinite, and I want to see all of it before I die.” He paused. “And then I want to come back to life and see it again.”
His words resonated so deeply with her that Rachel could hardly speak. She reached out and gave his arm a tight squeeze, murmuring. “Me, too, blood brother. Me, too!”
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